Chapter 190
Nor did he desire to disrupt the rules for there was not much to gain if he did. After all, as to this young Great Healer, there hadn’t been any supporting information he could gather to understand her well.
Alden held the business card between his fingers. This was the kind of connection that everyone in the elite circles would kill to have.
A renowned broker among elites. Sure, he was part of the upper crust himself, but as a broker, he possessed more connections than most aristocrats could dream of.
“Now I believe what he said,” Alden murmured, his voice low. “Our daughter… she might actually know
medicine.”
Mrs. Hawke couldn’t help but interject, “But surely she isn’t more skilled than all those professionals, right?”
Even as she said it, doubt lingered in her voice.
“Perhaps we just don’t know her well enough,” Alden sighed heavily. “If only we’d known sooner.”
Gaze darkening, Mrs. Hawke felt a twinge of remorse. “If only. If I’d known back then, I would’ve chosen my own daughter, no matter what.”
Arabella still lived with them, yet the warmth they once felt for her had cooled considerably.
Meanwhile, Alistair sidled up to Dorian, a grin playing on his lips as he spoke in a subdued voice. “Seems like you’re particularly sensitive when it comes to this Sunny girl.”
Dorian’s expression remained grim; he kept silent as Alistair chuckled briefly. “Can’t blame me for being curious, Dorian. I remember you had a thing for Sunny back in the day. Then, out of nowhere, she transferred schools, moved away, vanished. I’d love to know what happened. But I also know Sunny supposedly bullied Arabella, and you probably retaliated against Sunny for that, right?”
Dorian took a swig of wine, the rich red liquid sliding swiftly down his throat, his steely face tinged with a tad redness.
“Arabella said Sunny and her friends bullied her, put bugs in her backpack, so I…”
For the first time, a flicker of regret flickered in Dorian’s eyes. Alistair could guess what came next.
“So what happened to Sunny then? And how does Miranda know about all this?”
Dorian shook his head. “I don’t know. Sunny vanished, moved away. I tried everything to find her, but nothing. As for Miranda knowing, I have no idea,” Dorian kept on, his voice low. “But I suspect she knows where Sonny
is now.”
Alistair fell silent for a moment, his gaze drifting to Arabella, who was deliberately posing for the cameras. “Have we done a lot of things we shouldn’t have, for her?”
Dorian looked at Arabella too, his eyes void of warmth. “Maybe we were wrong from the start. The one we
should have cherished was never her.”
Dorian had forgotten that when Miranda first returned to the Hawke family, he saw her as nothing more than a stranger with shared DNA.
In his eyes, Miranda wasn’t even worth a strand of Arabella’s hair. Arabella, the sister they grew up with, pampered, and loved, was their sister. They couldn’t accept a so–called blood tied sister who appeared out of nowhere, and had harbored much apprehension of the possibility that her existence might force Arabella away from the family.
Back then, Miranda was an outsider, an intruder whose decades of luxury life was stolen by Arabella. They assumed she would want to harm Arabella, bully her, and thus, they despised Miranda passionately and her poor and pedantic state.
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Even, at one point, letting her take the fall for Arabella’s actions seemed like the right thing to do for Dorian. But somewhere along the way, he’d realized things were amiss. What on earth had they done? They had sent their real sister to prison, all the while protecting someone who wasn’t that innocent they thought she was!
Alistair took a deep breath, his thoughts more conflicted than Dorian’s. “Perhaps things changed the day she walked out of prison.”
As they conversed, murmurs from the surrounding crowd caught their attention. They stopped and began eavesdropping on those whispers.
“Can you believe Miranda’s sisterly devotion? She just bought a three–million piece of jewelry on a whim! Gosh, when will I have a sister like that?”
“That’s the first piece sold today! The organizers even invited Miranda for a photo op after the event.”
“I’m so envious. How lucky is Hannah to have a sister like Miranda?”
“I used to think Miranda was hard to get along with, but I guess she’s just a committed sister. She even asked Caius if he wanted anything earlier.”
“Ha! Caius is lucky to have Miranda as his sister.”
“Is that Mr. Elian Ashcroft over there? Wow, he’s here too.”
“Haha. Didn’t you hear those folks? Mr. Elian Ashcroft’s hoping Miranda will buy him some jewelry.”
“Whoa, and where’s Sebastian? Our dear Mr. Elian Everhart! Mr. Everhart, you better hurry before someone else steals your chosen one!”
Listening to the chatter, Dorian and Alistair’s brows knit tighter. Dorian clenched his wine glass vehemently.
